Sorry for such a long wait! Life took over!
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yells flinging himself at Gabriel, Dean growls as he is suddenly grabbed from behind. "LET ME GO CAS!" Dean screams as Castiel, the simple angel of Thursday, holds Dean in a very classic Nelson hold. Dean begins to growl as Cas begins to drag him out of the garage.
"Dean..." Cas warns darkly as Dean continues to struggle against the angel's shirtless chest.
"C'mon Cas!..." Can barely be heard by Sam and Gabriel as Dean, Cas, Anna, Pedro, and Ren leave the garage so the two may speak. Sam turns to leave as soon as they are out of sight and Gabriel is caught off guard by the looks the youngest Winchester is giving him.
"Sam-" Gabriel starts but he is caught off guard by the fist that quickly connects with his jaw. Gabriel flies back slightly, sprawling on the floor and at this Sam stares.
"Why didn't I hit a brick wall?" Sam cautiously asks looking at Gabriel hoping he hasn't fallen.
"Because I am so deep in witness protection program I had to resort to... Extreme methods to keep angels and pagan gods or goddess from finding me Sam... I... I didn't mean to ditch you and your brother..." Gabriel takes a break to take a deep breath and finally making eye contact with Sam. Gabriel knew with that one look Sam had mourned him, had missed him, even after all the shit he pulled. Gabriel almost gagged at the feeling that invaded his chest. Sam was looking at Gabriel, his body hunched away from him as though he was a threat; and that pained Gabriel more then he would have liked to admit. "Sam... Sam I am sorry..." The archangel/pagan god whispered to the vessel of the devil himself. Sam studied Gabriels face, with an expression that the archangel did not recognize.
"It... It doesn't matter now, what matters now is saving Maik and Grace..." Sam says shaking his head looking at the floor.
"That is one of the reasons why I came here... But who are Grace and Maik?" Gabriel asks looking confused, and at this Sam gets confused
"Um... Didn't you sense him?.. Cas said he had a piece of your grace..." Sam says slowly, if the seraph knew the answer how could the archangel not?
"WHAT?!" Gabriel yells a look of pure shock and confusion on his face, "I have no fledglings at all!"
"That's the thing, they aren't fledglings... Crowley said they aren't even angels... We don't know what they are besides the fact they have a piece of an angel's grace in them. And they have wings, which most of the time they prefer to keep out..." Sam quickly explains before the archangel manages to randomly develop an ulcer.
"WHAT?!" Gabriel screams again shaking his head at Sam, "I am an ARCHANGEL Sammy, I know of EVERYTHING that exists. And what you just explained to me is an impossible creature!" Gabriel grinds out. The archangel reaches up and runs a hand through his greasy hair. The hand quickly turns to scratch underneath his muddy sweatshirt, now that Sam was able to focus on Gabriel he was actually able to notice the film of dirt that covered the archangel's skin.
"Okay don't call me Sammy... And we know it doesn't make sense but we do know that they are being hunted and the least we can do is to try and help them..." Sam pauses and shifts his wait before speaking in a quiet, tentative way, "Gabriel?"
"What kiddo?" Gabriel asks finally meeting Sam's eyes. Sam finally takes in his dirt covered face, the bags under his eyes and the hollow look in the archangel's eyes.
"Have you- Have you been living on the streets?" Sam asks stuttering slightly, and his frown deepens as Gabriel tenses and breaks eye contact. "Gabriel..." Sam says drawing out his name as long and as softly as he can.
"Y-yes... Yeah, so what? Streets aren't nothing compared to some things I';ve lived through Sammy..." Gabriel laughs, or well, tries too. His laugh is dry and he ends up having a coughing fit. Sam quickly moves to his side and slings an arm across his shoulders, helping to hold the archangel up.
"Gabe-" Sam takes a deep breath in his decision, "Gabe just let me help you, when your better I'll beat you up for the stunt you pulled..." Sam growls as he helps lead Gabriel out of the garage. Gabriel, for once, is stunned silent and he looks up at Sam with a look of shock and... And something he himself can't recognize. Sam quickly weaves them through the bunker to Sam's room. Sam carefully sits Gabriel down on the edge of his bed in his room before diving into his own personal bathroom. Gabriel waits until Sam comes back with a bowl filled with water and a wash cloth to consider speaking.
"Get those clothes off of you," Sam pauses to search his duffel and pull out shrinked pants and a shirt that Dean messed up in the washer. Sam places them on the corner of the bed, "Change into these, they should fit..."
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. If you wanted me naked you should have just said so..." Gabriel manages to attempt to pull on of his trickster grins but when he tries to laugh at Sam's scowl but again it turns into another coughing fit.
"Just change, I'll be right back." Sam snaps walking out of the room, Gabriel frowns but follows Sam's orders.
Sam growls half-way to the kitchen, rolling his eyes at the hushed argument in Dean's room. He reaches into the fridge grabbing a bottle of water, a bowl of applesauce, and a salad before heading back to his room. Where a changing archangel is waiting for him. Sam shakes his head, ain't no time for that.
Sam knocks on the door before slipping into his room to find Gabriel trying desperately to get his shirt on over his left arm. Sam freezes seeing the scars that are littered across the archangel's back. Gabriel tenses and tries even harder to get his right arm to cooperate when he notices Sam's presence.
"Gabriel! Wait a minute!" Sam says putting the food down on top of his dresser before quickly going to his side and helping him get the shirt on. Gabriel is breathing sporadically by the time they get the shirt on and his eyes are darting around the room as though looking for an escape route. "Hey, whoa, chill man... Just relax..." Sam says trying to coax Gabriel into calmness again. Gabriel attempts to lunge past Sam but the taller man is able to grab him and push him onto the bed. "Gabriel!" Sam says shaking the shoulders of the archangel, watching him closely as the fog of memories leaves his eyes.
"Sam..." Gabriel croaks trying to back pedal away from Sam and towards the headboard of the bed. "I- I... Um... Just... Oh my father-" Gabriel's stuttering doesn't make any sense the the younger Winchester who is watching him intently with a hunter's gaze.
"Gabriel," Sam demands his attention and his mouth shuts, "Relax." Sam says slowly crawling off the bed to grab the stuff he brought from the kitchen and handing it to Gabriel. "Just eat this, you don't have to explain..." Sam says shaking his head wondering what could off set the archangel sitting just a few feet away from him on the other end of the bed.
"Thanks Sam... Just... Thank you..." Gabriel whispers as he begins to nibble on the salad.
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"You sure they won't care?" Pedro asks Ren as the re-arrange the spare room they found in a section close to the library but in between Dean and Sam's separate rooms.
"A'course not. Why would they?" Ren replies with a snort, Anna is standing in the doorway watching completely interested in the going-ons of the two teenage boys, mind you they also have wings sticking out of their back where holes were ripped to allow them through.
They already moved everything in the room to accommodate everything they would need it for. As one would enter the room through it's door on the left side of the room you would see the dresser, night-stand, and the the the bed each item farther from the door then the last. The bed was lined up the longest side against that left wall, a built-out ledge lined the far back-end wall, the space cleared for what the boys would want to place there. Across from the bed a bulletin board was on the wall freshly hung by Lorenzo, while a reversible, and magnetic, white board was found deeper in the bunker and placed across from the dresser and night-stand.
The ransom note was already pinned to the bulletin board, top left corner, already read and re-read making sure there was nothing that could be used to find them were on the letter Pedro had found slipped under the front of the door. To show they were serious and that they truly had Grace and Maik the sent a feather from each, which were each now pinned to the bottom right hand corner of the letter. The letter was simple and did not have much to say.
The letter read;
"DEAR FRIENDS OF LOKI,
WE HAVE THE TWO CREATURES, ONE OF WHOM IS LOKI'S,
GABRIEL'S, OFFSPRING. ENCLOSED WITHIN THIS LETTER ARE A FEATHER FROM EACH TO PROVE WE HAVE CAPTURED THEM. THE MALE OF LOKI IS ALREADY IN DIRE NEEDS OF HEALING. LOKI SHALL BE DELIVERED UNTO US UPON THE CLEMETS MOUNTAINS LOCATED IN THE GLACIER NATIONAL PARK IN MONTANA. MEET OUR DEMANDS BY HIGH SUN AFTER THE NEXT WOLF MOON.
HERA
SIGYN
P.S. THEY WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T DO AS WE ASK"
"What is the point of all of this?" Anna asked confused by the boys' actions.
"The point is that we are going to figure everything out that we can... About Hera and Sigyn... And I have shit for memory so we are going to write or print everything down that we need to know." Ren stated matter-of-factly placing a stolen printer on the night-stand, an old desktop monitor next to it and the desktop tower on the floor. Anna watches with renewed interest as he gets the computer running off a power strip.
"Ren, is this it, are we good to start now?" Pedro asked taking a quick glance around the room. Anna moves and sits carefully on the bed watching with admiration as the boys quickly take their places; Ren on the computer searching and printing as Pedro quickly pins articles to the bulletin board or witting notes on the dedicated side of the white board that which the facts should be written for Hera or Sigyn.
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Dean was growling by the time Cas had dragged him into his room. Cas finally threw him inside with his angel strength and slammed the door shut behind him as he stepped inside. Dean rolled onto his side ready to bolt out the door but stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed the angel stand ing in front of the door, mind you he was shirtless, arms crossed against his chest and a death glare fixed on Dead Winchester.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." Cas growled as he moved to sit on the bed. Dean glared at him but his glare was met with one just as fierce if not scarier.
"Why won't you let me beat the crap out of him! He threw Sammy around like it was nothing! Sammy don't deserve that shit!" Dean snapped at him as he gathered himself off the floor to stand in front of Cas.
"Gabriel has his reasons, selfish as they may be we need him now to save the... Winged children... Or whatever you wish to call them." Cas grumbled, "Don't even bother." He said as Dean tried the door handle. It wasn't even moving at all. Dean, in his stupid rage, out right punched the door, and well... Just like punching Cas he hit a brick wall. The man backed away from the door turning his back on the angel and checked over his hand for any injury. "I told you not to bother with it Dean..." Cas said in the most exasperated sigh Dean had ever heard come out of him. Dean just growled a reply and stared at the wall. Eventually realizing it was pointless to such a childish thing he turned back to Cas a frown on his face.
"So... How are you mentally adjusting to having... Diane?" Dean asked tentatively sitting down next to Castiel placing his elbows on his knees and running his hands over his face. Cas was not expecting this question and he was immediately shifting in his position on the bed, out of the norm for him but was to be expected for one to expect in this situation.
"I... Do not know..." Cas says glaring at the wall, "It is all very... New to me." He says a frown playing on his lips. "It is odd in the retrospect I do not have a mate to help me raise here though." Now this got Dean to startle and look up at Cas quickly.
"What?!" Dean exclaims looking at Cas as though he just admit ed to being a demon and not an Angel of the Lord.
"Let me explain before you begin panicking at least..." Cas growled before continuing, "Angels do not just randomly appear, we have 'parents' or so you can say,"Cas begins with a glare at Dean's direction. "Though no new Angels have been created since our Father left he somehow managed to make sure that Angels continued to exist, in some way. That is at least what I can think of when I look at the winged... Children..." Cas says with a sigh.
"Oh... Okay..." Dean manages to choke out as he stands up to begin pacing, "Have you been considering... Looking for a mate?" Dean asks a ghastly expression on his face as he asks the question.
"Yes." Cas replies with a second of hesitation trying to look into Dean's eye.
"Well then one rule, don't bring any human-hater Angels into the bunker then." Dean says fixing the collar of my shirt.
"Why would I do that?" Cas says with his custom head tilt of confusion.
"Because Angels have Angels for mates?" Dean asks beginning to get confused as this conversation continues.
"Not always, Angels in the past have taken humans for mates." Cas says matter-of-factly with no hint to his thoughts on the notion.
"Oh." Is all Dean can manage to say in reply, "So, um, then... You have a human in mind?" Dean asks.
"Yes." Cas says looking straight in Dean's eyes.
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"HE'S DEAD YOU STUPID HOBBIT!" Came a scream from within an old abandoned warehouse out in Montana. The voice came from a five foot eleven inch tall girl, skin pale as paper and hair as dark as the night itself. She was wearing a purple flannel and blue jeans and glasses. The voice likewise was directed at a brown haired woman with a height around five foot two inches.
"What did you just call me you little bitch?" The woman growled, but before she got any closer the male spoke up.
"It is a creature from The Lord Of The Rings series, she is just calling you short basically, and for the record he IS dead and this is an absolute bad idea kidnapping us. Didn't you see what happened to that demon when he kidnapped me?" The blonde hair boy snapped at Sigyn. This woman was seriously pissing him off with her lack of American knowledge. Just as Sigyn was about to round on him and bitch him out, a short haired blonde woman walked in. She was five foot five inches and she strongly built, muscle hidden under the white dress(toga-thing) she wore.
"No he is not dead, now all of you shut up." Hera snapped as she sat down in her cushioned chair. Maik and Grace exchanged rolling eye as the glared at their captors.